… And Processed Cheese I have this group of women friends that I, well, sort of worship. I knew them from college. We all worked together on the daily newspaper. It only recently occured to me that...
Here’s a brief version of the story of how I met Tim and Peter… I’m thinking about them today. I was working at the Warrington Hotel in London, which isn’t a hotel, but an epic pub in Maida...
Here’s a new, non-regular segment for you that perhaps will help me cope with the grieving process of no longer living in London: English Things I Miss, subtitle, Though Not Necessarily...
Occasionally, when I am just drifting off to sleep, or while I am in savansa at yoga class, I have a sudden flash from my memory. It’s a sensory flash, like a living photograph. Lately those flashes...
I am running back today, to London, for a quick breath. I am looking for my feet and for my friends. For the tiny space of quiet in the corners, and the for the push of...
At a pub, I learned the English are hard to get to know. But once you know them, it’s hard to let them go. And they don’t let go easy. They are like old...
If you must leave someplace, you should leave it sad to go. After we left our Randolph Avenue flat, we were desperate to stay in Maida Vale. It isn’t the best place in London, just...
God, it’s gorgeous right now in Maida Vale… I just glanced down Clifton Gardens one afternoon and, suddenly, every tree is in leaf and the air is full of the smell of hyacinths in bloom....
For those still looking for Maida Vale’s favourite Thai restaurant, Ben’s Thai, formerly of the Warrington Hotel, don’t worry, it hasn’t gone far. Under the new name, Dang at Ben’s Thai, Dang and her clan...
Days and days of beauty and wonder in London… Shhhh!! … Can’t talk just now… Too busy exchanging ideas with this flower and listening to Cary… “All the lights on and you are alive But you...
Despite the fact that Ben’s Thai in the Warrington closed JANUARY 31, and Ramsay Holdings have owned all of the Warrington Hotel since October 31, 2006, many guests are still caught unawares, wandering up the stairs...
Christmas in London is here… though it isn’t quite what I am used to from home in Iowa. This weekend, my sister and her family (and likely my parents too) are out on the hunt for...
So you are tired of your tree? Sick of all the WATERING? All the pouring of water, the dampening of soil, and the decreasing of naturally dry dirt surface area bringing you down? Are you just too...
I find myself looking up and around a great deal in the walk from our flat to the places we go every day and every week: The Tube The Dry Cleaners The Coffee Place The Pub The Bank...
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